Monday, November 24, 2014


rained on, bed

miles away calls

strobe lights bat and blink

i'm epileptic

this could be survival
or a convulsion

but my glasses are now broken

rose colored gas station
people get their gas as they would

but are now staring too

release my friend
she wouldn't do this
to you

officer he is forty-three
i do older

than you
to reach higher places

you call me queen

but is it not you
searching the vehicle

if a cure

for cancer?
is north amityville not right there?

helter skelter. he is
my daddy.